"Let's burn the corpse of old time…" This endless parade of processions. Trapping us in with its unwitting shackles – trapping us in – holding us down. Keep us detached your womb, holding us still in fucking lines. I am a pawn, I am a slave, dragging their Cross through a widening moat. We are at their gates Let's burn down the hive Burn down the hive Burn it down We'll climb the bell tower to tear "God" from his throne Into the shadows, down in the gutters
Out from the temples Out with the old guard Fear Fear the silence of growing outsides We'll be your Darkness, going the "wrong way" Dragging your heads through torn up streets We are at their gates Let's burn down the hive Burn down the hive Burn it down Burn it down Fill your heart with hell Fill your mind with hell Fill your lungs with hell To fill their world with Our hell… We'll burn it down Cause it's no way back.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
